With a shift of thought, Andrew opened his right hand. A tiny spark of lightning flickered to life in his palm, crackling and dancing like a tiny red sprite that refused to stay still.

Othniel stepped forward, his expression a mix of shock and complicated emotion. He stared at Andrew for a long moment before murmuring, "That's the original power of our Arcturus, the Primal Thunder. I never imagined it would choose you, Mr. Lloyd."

Tobiah also walked up to Andrew, his aged face trembling as he opened his mouth, yet no words came out.

In the end, it all turned into a long sigh as he dropped to his knees and said with deep gratitude, "Thank you for lifting the thousand-year curse and poison from the Highland Tribe. I'm endlessly grateful and have no way to repay you."

Othniel knelt as well, pulling Hershel down with him.

Andrew quickly helped them to their feet, saying with embarrassment, "Chief, I don't think I really helped much! On the contrary, the statue was destroyed, and Arctu